Long Time Long Ranger
Well-Known Member
I killed a nice buck yesterday and it proved a major point concerning the effects slow moving, heavy projectiles. The range was point blank. I hit the nice buck with about a 72.0 caliber projectile traveling a little over 50 feet per second. It generated about 374,410 foot pounds of energy to the deer. The projectile did not penetrate the animal but the deer was dead right there instantly. Thank goodness the projectile did not mushroom at all and remained pristine. My wife would have been mad if I messed up the suburban. Heavy, large caliber projectiles work very well was my judgement.
The rest of the story; I was returning from antelope hunting and waited 15 minutes for a shot at a nice buck surrounded by 50 does but could never get any seperation and they went over a hill where I couldn't follow. Either a doe in front or back and could never get a shot. My wife has a deer tag in the unit and the season opens Monday so I decided to scout for her a nice buck deer. I found four in one field and drove up to the next field to look in it. On my return by the first field I was driving slow looking for the bucks when I suddenly found them. They bolted from behind some brush that came right to the roadside and one ran right into the front of my suburban. I had no chance. The deer hit the front of the vehicle before I could hit the brakes.
I was on the phone with my wife telling her about the bucks I had found for her. She heard the loud crash and asked what happened, are you OK. I said I just killed your buck I had picked out. She said thanks a lot! I will scout my own buck next year.
The rest of the story; I was returning from antelope hunting and waited 15 minutes for a shot at a nice buck surrounded by 50 does but could never get any seperation and they went over a hill where I couldn't follow. Either a doe in front or back and could never get a shot. My wife has a deer tag in the unit and the season opens Monday so I decided to scout for her a nice buck deer. I found four in one field and drove up to the next field to look in it. On my return by the first field I was driving slow looking for the bucks when I suddenly found them. They bolted from behind some brush that came right to the roadside and one ran right into the front of my suburban. I had no chance. The deer hit the front of the vehicle before I could hit the brakes.
I was on the phone with my wife telling her about the bucks I had found for her. She heard the loud crash and asked what happened, are you OK. I said I just killed your buck I had picked out. She said thanks a lot! I will scout my own buck next year.
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